#juvie train

[streamsbangtan]

Happy 8 year anniversary to ProMeTheUs! Please stream the song by Yankie (feat RM, Dok2, Juvie Train, Double K, Topbob and Don Mills)!

[littlefankingdom]

~ Batman and Robin: Year One

You think Joker is Batman's nemesis? Wrong, it's CPS. They do not have an ounce of faith in him, and he doesn't have an ounce of faith in them either (he's not wrong, CPS is far from doing a good job irl, I cannot imagine how bad they must be in Gotham).

I really like when they show us how judged Bruce is by some folks. That and when they show us how loved he is by people who have nothing, because of what he does for them

[raptorific]

Dexter Morgan from "Dexter" and Shawn Spencer from "Psych" both had insane fathers who trained them from childhood to be The Top Of Their Field but also let it be known that if Henry Spencer had raised Dexter, Henry would not have hesitated to throw the book at him For His Own Good and let him spend time in juvie the first time he pulled some Junior Serial Killer shit, and if Harry Morgan had raised Shawn, there would be nobody left alive in Florida by the time anybody figured out there was a serial killer

[wannaeatramyeon]

Meeting Student!Gun Park for the First Time: Part 2

Please read Part 1 first! G/N. 4.6k. Remember when Gun wanted to get his GED? Well. Stranger to~ Masterlists

As far as first impressions go, yours went terribly. Gun can count on no hands the amount of people that have spoken to him like you did and lived to tell the tale.

Make no mistake, the sum total of which is zero. Zero spoke to him like that and lived to tell the tale.

It's like you have no manners and absolutely no sense of self-preservation.

But, he figures, he's finally doing his GED after the whole murderous stint and juvie and light dabbling in gang wars. Maiming a fellow classmate on the first day would leave an even worse first impression with the rest of the class than yours with him, therefore he should really try to behave himself.

Besides, he would never hear the end of it from Goo if he dropped out, or worse got kicked out, so he picked his battles and took your insults as best he could. 

Somehow miraculously managed to hold back from reaching across the screen to give you a well deserved ass whooping when you asked him if he was on the verge of a mid-life crisis. He schooled his face and took a drag of his cigarette instead.

At least, if nothing else, you're entertaining.

You also reminded him that small talk was a thing when you asked what he liked to do for fun. He couldn't remember the last time anyone asked, if anyone even did, although you don't really make this sort of conversation in his line of work and it is hard for Gun to find time to make chit chat with someone as he's usually the one brutally assaulting them in a fight.

And he had such good intentions with enrolling in school again so why not tell you he likes gaming. 

That's a perfectly Normal hobby, right? 

Even as he says those words, they stick in his throat like he's confessing something shameful and it comes out strangled and strange.

He moves on to more familiar territory by reframing his bloodlust as training and martial arts, which also sounds very Normal to Gun's ears.

A few more things that he can barely remember are mentioned to present himself as a very Normal individual and he isn't embarrassed to admit to himself he's pleased with how this has gone.

After all, the majority of his working day is spent with Goo and Goo is, to put it politely, an unhinged dipshit, and their conversations usually also have that kind of vibe. Gun is aware enough to watch his tongue in this conversation with you, and the fact you haven't looked terrified or called the police can only work in his favour.

What piqued his curiosity most of all though, is your threat to kick his ass.

(On Tekken, but still.)

So much confidence in your own ability, so much faith in your skills.

(On Tekken, but still.)

Alas, that night he finds out it's misplaced and you have severely overestimated himself and/or underestimated him.

But still. 

He remains curious about you.

You show absolutely no fear, no ulterior motive, no nothing, in the way you speak to him and seem to have latched on to him rather than anyone else in the class, and Gun is... 

Charmed.

He finds you oddly endearing.

Then when he sees the back of your head as he makes his way into the classroom for the first time and decides to sit next to you, the way you blatantly check him out doesn't hurt either.

People ogling Gun isn't anything new, but what is new is how much he likes it from you.

He makes up his mind to keep his seat next to you. Even if your gaze does linger a moment too long on his hair and makes him wonder if he used enough gel on it when he styled it that morning.

And although you caught him doodling and insult his masterpieces repeatedly - you also balanced it out by helping him with Literature, which truth be told, he is extremely grateful for. He forgives your missteps and your teasing.

Over time, Gun finds that he likes your company. Traits that would be annoying as shit with other people he finds sweet with you, including your unrefined taste in coffee.

As a bonus, you also don't balk at the tidbits of his life he shares. In fact it should really be a little troubling how grey your morals are, how easily you take it in stride for someone that seems like a normal well-adjusted(ish) civilian.

All in all, this never happens. Ever.

Never has anyone held his attention like you do, and for him to test the waters like he has done.

Gun likes to think he has good judgement, takes very calculated risks. This, he decides, is worth pursuing. Exploring.

With not so much a leap of faith but maybe just a tiny hop, Gun opens up his home to you.

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You think you're in love with Gun Park.

This realisation hits you at 5am, when you're lying in his bed and he has done the gentlemanly thing of taking the sofa. It hits you because only a few hours ago, he had pulled you into his lap, looked at you and held you so tenderly then didn't kiss you.

The fact that he hadn't kissed you, and you're in love with a very questionable person sends you into a mental crisis.

Fuck.

He's secretive enough, letting you in on various elements of his life and you manage to piece together that he can only be up to no good.

There's no shades of grey in his life, only copious amounts of crimson from bloodshed, and a twisted sense of morals and principles he lives by.

You know by now he hangs around far too much with someone called Goo, who sounds like the personification of a headache and annoys him to no end but also seems to be the only friend he has. Speaks too highly of a Charles that you know is shady despite never having met the guy. There's also an Eli that he mentions like he's the one that got away.

You can live with all of that and the questionable amount of hair product he uses.

What you are in fact struggling to get to grips with is:

This man lives in a junkyard. Like some kind of violent, sexy raccoon.

A voice in your head that sounds scarily like your mother, lectures you about prospects and picking a man with no future.

Well, for one - he's back in school.

See mom, you're wrong.

He also seems to do very well for himself despite literally living amongst trash (you handwave away his blood money and unscrupulous methods to earn said money) so that's another point for Gun.

And what sort of person, who lives between piles of scrap metal and discarded appliances, has such a luxurious bed.

You're sure the bedding thread count is in the thousands. Instead of researching the cure to cancer or how to travel faster than light, scientists have researched the comfiest mattress known to man and has created this that you're currently lying on.

So maybe this violent sexy raccoon is actually a prize.

Regardless.

You seem to have hitched yourself quite willingly to this wagon and now your biggest issue, that leaves you tossing and turning into the early hours of the morning, is still-

Why the fuck didn't he kiss you.

And how could he, after sharing such a sweet moment, push you off his lap and kick your ass on Tekken for 5 straight rounds.

What a bastard.

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At some point you must have drifted off to sleep and you awake to the smell of deliciousness.

Something is being fried and you melt thinking your raccoon king is cooking breakfast for you. Who knew he was this sweet and thoughtful.

What is even better though, somewhat masked by the sizzling, is if you listen hard enough, you think Gun might even be humming. Even the perfect bed can't keep you from pressing your ear up against the bedroom door when you connect the dots that he is humming a popular K-Pop song that you have listened to on loop 50 times the week prior.

You yank open the door with force, "A-ha!" and point in his direction, gleeful at catching him doing something so un-Gun like.

Gun, in the middle of plating 2 omelettes, whips his head to you and stills, looking like a deer caught in headlights or a raccoon caught in headlights, rather.

You ask him, with a shit eating grin,  if he's a big fan of the K-Pop group but it drops at his lack of reaction when he just shrugs and responds simply with a yes.

Damnit.

Of course you know it's not really anything to be ashamed of but it's so unexpected from Gun, that would it kill him to blush a little or act a little abashed? You expected something at least a little entertaining from his initial surprise, but you suppose anyone would act like that if a deranged house guest accosted them first thing in the morning after they so kindly made breakfast too.

As a consolation, after the let-down, you double take when you realise Gun had been cooking topless and remains topless this entire time.

In all his muscled glory. Pecs and abs and everything. Delicious broad shoulders and an enticing light trail of hair from below his belly button and stretching down, down, down into his sweatpants.

You gulp, trying to calm yourself down. You know you are staring so so obviously but you can't find it in yourself to look away.

Gun clears his throat as if to say my eyes are up here, and hands you a plate.

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While you still have self control and before you outstay your welcome, you say bye to Gun after breakfast mentioning you have some errands to run.

It's a poor excuse but you didn't taste a bite of that omelette, brain too fixated on the man seated opposite and wondering if what he's hiding in his trousers matches the energy he gives off.

He offers to take you home and you insist on walking by yourself. You reason to yourself the fresh air after such a heady night and all the over excitement from this morning would do you good.

You say your goodbyes at his door, him leaning against the doorway, still unbearably tantalisingly shirtless and enough to distract you from the junkyard setting, with his arms folded and a smirk on his face as you stand there-

Standing and waiting and expecting.

You're pretty sure Gun wants to kiss you. There's a challenge in his eyes and you know he is teasing you.

The fact that you stared at him before like a slack-jawed moron also indicates full well what you would like him to do.

A goodbye kiss isn't too much to ask for (not that you're going to ask) but he continues to also lean and wait and smirk shirtlessly and god, this is the most awful hair-pulling frustrating game of chicken you have played.

For a moment you consider yanking him down and kissing him, hard and desperate, and making your way back inside to the most comfortable bed that has ever existed. For an even briefer moment you consider biting his pec and leaving a ring of teeth marks.

In the end, you can only muster "bye then," and to your dismay, your voice comes out whiny.

There's no hiding your disappointment.

Gun’s smirk grows wider at your tone and he relents and gives a peace offering in the form of a kiss on your cheek.

He pulls you into his body, arm wrapped around your waist and he dips down, grazes his lips featherlight to your cheek.

It's chaste. Impossibly tender and surprisingly sweet.

Damn.

You forget how to breathe and you feel like you're on fire as he murmurs bye into your ear. Later, you'll chastise yourself for letting Gun affect you like this with something so innocent.

You untangle from him and feel your legs wobble when you step off the porch and make your way back home.

Gun chuckles but you don't hear it.

You don't form a coherent thought again until that evening, when Gun beats you on Tekken and in a fit of rage and frustration, you finally break your controller.

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To make things fair, Gun’s dislike of Literature is offset by how knowledgeable he is with Biology.

The human body, to be precise, and alarmingly so. Maybe serial killer levels of knowledge, with how much he knows about organs and muscles and tissues and everything in between.

He explains that it's useful for training, as if that's any explanation at all for his extensive knowledge. However, you've seen his body and heard enough about his past and yes, including his actual training, to realise that it does make sense in a way and you let it go.

Well.

Maybe you would have fought it a bit harder if you yourself was any good with biology but you're not. If he's great at it because he's a serial killer, then fortune favours the bold and you might as well take advantage of it.

Gun is a very very good teacher, which you did not predict and in a way you didn't expect.

His jaw is tense and the grip on the textbook tightens after you get the answer wrong for the 15th time and when you think he's about to whack you with said textbook, he closes his eyes and counts to ten.

When he opens them again, he tries another method with you. Then another. And another.

Truly, you did not think he had this sort of tolerance or patience.

He explains things simply and calmly (though you've noticed he has started to grit out his words). Unfortunately you still find all this theory hard to wrap your head around.

"Are you going to hit me?" You ask.

"Yes," Gun says though he doesn't. He looks more like he's going to ram his head through a wall. Neither happens and he continues to work through the textbook with you.

Hours later, it clicks.

You feel something of a genius even if Gun’s hair resembles a bird nest from the amount of time he has ran his fingers through in exasperation.

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After finding out that you broke your controller, Gun buys you a new one immediately.

He's very generous and kind, you think, and it may be the first time in existence anyone has considered Gun as kind. 

Until you realise he has other reasons for doing so.

That night, and for several nights after too, Gun is merciless when he KOs you. Each match is shorter than the previous.

You register this is payback for the biology stint. It's got to be.

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Nevertheless, because you're the bigger person and you take the defeats on the chin, as thanks and in an almost mirror image of Gun repaying your Literature help, you suggest taking him out for a coffee.

Getting a coffee to-go and hand delivering it would be much easier, but you can't bring yourself to order an espresso for someone even if it is their drink of choice.

You take him to one of your favourite coffeehouses. Somewhere much less lavish than the one he frequents and much more agreeable to your meagre pockets although the coffee is just as good.

"Two espressos," Gun says at the counter.

"One," you cut in firmly, holding yourself back from gagging. If you have to pay for it, you won't be drinking that bitter sludge. You rattle off your usual: a monstrosity made with double-digit syrup pumps and whipped cream and Gun flinches in your periphery.

Despite your insistence, he beats you to the punch and pays for the order anyway. Not before adding a jab that your coffee, if you can even call it a coffee, is the worst thing he has ever had the misfortune to spend money on.

"Try it," you offer, when your drink is in your hand and Gun watches every sip with mounting horror.

"No," His mouth is pressed into a thin line and he looks like he has half a mind to knock the cup out of your hand. He refrains, clenches his knuckles and rests them on his knee.

He closes his eyes and counts to ten.

You watch him, heartily enjoying your sugary drink and sucking noisily on the straw. He twitches and starts counting from one again. You feel a surge of affection.

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Without any other plans, both of you amble together through the quiet streets. You window-shop as Gun smokes next to you and attempts to buy everything that you set your eye on.

You tell him thanks but no thanks and continue to look at pretty trinkets and funky decor. In the glass reflection, you notice Gun fondly looking at you.

"Hi," you smile, turning towards him. He looks more handsome than ever in the sunlight. You don't even mind the amount of gel in his hair.

"Hey," he says, low and hushed. He steps towards you, leaving only a hairbreadth of air in between and tips your chin up to face him with his fingers.

You notice his pupils are blown wide, flickering down to your lips. Gun dips down at the same time you press up onto your tiptoes, and you feel his chest against yours, his other arm winding around your waist, breath fanning over your skin-

This is it, you think, finally.

This, sadly, is not it.

"GUN!" you hear a voice screeching. You both tear your attention from each other to the shrill noise.

A blonde guy in the loudest suit you have ever cast your eyes upon is waving manically in your direction.

"Do you know him?" you ask and Gun's lips are thinner than you have ever seen.

"No."

"GUN!"  The blonde yells again and you raise an eyebrow at your companion.

His face looks pained as he tells you that is Goo Kim and when you ask if you both should go over and say hi, he snaps back absolutely not with a frown.

"Let's go," he says, lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you in the opposite direction. Behind you, you hear cackling and Gun hastens his footsteps as if being chased by a deranged spirit.

You don't see the blonde again for the rest of the day although Gun’s phone seems to be going off every other minute. 

The moment you had is never quite recaptured. You can't bring yourself to mind too much though, as Gun never lets go of your hand.

And everytime he catches you smiling at your hand in his, he gives you a light squeeze and returns the smile.

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If you thought school would be all cutesy and you would take turns in helping each other with topics you're stuck on, you're wrong.

Turns out, both you and Gun are equally bad at math.

You watch, face blank, at your screen as the teacher explains algebra. At least, you think that’s what the jumble of numbers and letters are because your ears refuse to make sense of the words.

You search the monitor for Gun to see how well he is faring and find him staring dead-eyed.

Not very, then.

In class, you see Gun's textbook with some attempt at notes in the margin before devolving into his lewd stick men doodles that he still insists are fighting stances.

"You shouldn't cover your page in smut. No wonder you're bad at this." You tease.

He doesn't look at you, doesn't rise to the bait. Simply rebukes, "Your book is blank and you're still shit."

"Asshole," you hiss and his dead eyed stare is replaced with a smirk.

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As it happens, Gun can be very convincing when he wants to be.

A fellow student trails behind Gun in the library, and offers to help you and him out with your lack of mathematical comprehension.

You ignore that the student seems absolutely terrified and keeps giving fearful glances to Gun as he peers at them menacingly.

So what if the convincing involves some light threats of bodily harm or whatever Gun has so charmingly offered if that means you will pass. Didn’t you already establish that you have questionable morals? You’re too set in your ways and there's no point fighting it now.

Neither of you get any further after a few hours, and it doesn't help that the student gets more and more nervous each time you and Gun get a question wrong.

Explanations devolve into stammering and barely strung together sentences as if their life depends on you both understanding basic algebra.

They let out a petrified squeak when Gun snaps his fifth pen in half, noticing he has no more pens and may very well come for their neck.

Maybe he will.

"Leave." Gun commands, pinching his nose bridge when he realises this is futile and the student scarpers off.

"I hate this," You say, dejected, and you watch Gun close his eyes and quietly count to ten.

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As it happens, Gun can be very resourceful too when he wants to be.

The following week, the teacher trails behind Gun to the library and offers to help you both out.

He seems equally afraid, eyes flickering over to Gun, and you choose not to focus on that, instead smiling brightly at his kindness.

The teacher, gripping the textbook white knuckled, breathes a sigh of relief hours later when both you and Gun start to answer the questions correctly and with accurate workings too.

In your mind, you have both learnt something and he has avoided an ass kicking so you're all winners here.

Nevermind the fact that Gun would have been the one handing out the ass kicking. There's no need to focus on such details.

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From this distance, you find a figure chain smoking again. You’re now so familiar with his body language, with his mannerisms, that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’s Gun and clearly there’s also something playing on his mind.

He sucks a cigarette down to the filter and lights up another one immediately after.

You worry about the poor state of his lungs and if he looks like this when he’s only 20, then mid-life will actually hit him hard. His body must be running on fumes. He really should cut down on the cigarettes and the caffeine and get a better night's sleep instead of staying up all night gaming. 

Not that you’re one to talk.

Perhaps it’s due to how he’s on alert for your presence like you are to him, his eyes snap to yours the moment you start to make your way over.

“You ok?” you ask and he gives you a funny look. It’s the same look whenever you express interest in his well being, or any general interest in him at all, and you think poor guy.

“Fine,” he responds, finishing off another cigarette and flicking it onto the floor.

And another thing, he really shouldn’t litter.

You don’t hesitate to tell him so, and as your tongue unravels, you start to also mention the smoking and his health and how you’re worried about him. Yes he clearly works out but all the cigarettes and lack of sleep will take a toll on him eventually.

Gun’s eyebrows climb into his hairline at your words. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you notice that what was supposed to come across as caring is very much coming across as a lecture though you can’t seem to stop.

As you begin to mention the obscene amount of gel he wears in his hair, his expression turns from bemused to sour and he cuts you off.

“You can nag me at mine over Tekken.”

“I’m not nagging-” you start, and then you abruptly stop as your brain kicks into gear and it sinks in that he has invited you over to his again.

Oh right. His.

The junkyard. 

At some point, you’ve forgotten that you’re in love with the King of Raccoons. That this guy willingly lives in a shack in the middle of, what you can only politely describe as, garbage, and you wonder how your life has come to this.

Gun is patient as he waits for your answer and his eyes are warm. It doesn’t sway you though. You want to counter with No. Why don’t you come to mine then you remember his beautiful bed. Yes you’re getting ahead of yourself but if there’s a chance you get to experience it again, sure. You will come to his raccoon den.

You agree and he gives you the softest smile you have ever seen.

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“Shit,” you say, crestfallen and hanging limply.

“Shouldn’t you be used to losing by now?” comes Gun’s voice and you want to bounce the controller off his head.

“Shut up.”

“Your combinations are weak and poorly timed. You don’t understand how to use your characters or their advantages and you have no idea how to counter my moves.”

As the killing blow to your ego and pride, he adds, "You won that time because I let you."

A part of you already knew that yet you still stare at him agape at his audacity. Sitting, manspreading, on his armchair while he casually assassinates your skills.

“I’m not wrong.” He says with a smirk.

“Shut up,” you repeat, standing up.

“I can train you.”

“Shut up,” you stalk over to him.

“Or what?” He sits back to look up at you as you hover over him. Chin lifted defiantly and his eyes daring.

“This,” you snap, gripping him by the front of his shirt and pulling him towards you. You’re sick of losing and you’re sick of waiting. 

You clash your lips together and feel Gun exhale sharply in surprise at your actions. He tenses, for a split second, before he tugs you into his lap and your legs straddle his thighs. His hand reaches under your top, sliding their way across your skin as you grind down. 

“Wait,” he murmurs, pulling away, lips glossy and gazing at you half-lidded. 

He leans back to look at you properly, removing his hand as you subconsciously chase his touch, then with gentle hands, he cups your face and grazes his thumb over your cheek.

The TV screen illuminates his features, light reflecting in his eyes and you find something you only saw an inkling of during that first night, but has grown strong and steady since.

Gun looks at you like he did then -  soft, like you might break. Holds you the same way he had done - tender and precious. 

Only this time, there’s a steeled resolve in his face as he presses your bodies together, capturing your lips against his once more and you melt into his embrace. He’s much more gentle than you were but there’s a hunger and quiet desperation as his tongue swipes over your lips and slips in your mouth.

Your fingers run through his hair, and you’re pleasantly surprised to find it soft. All this time there wasn’t too much gel at all.

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Gun wakes up the next morning with you drooling into his collar bone.

You wake up after the best night sleep of your life - wrapped in Gun’s arms and in the most comfortable bed known to man.

[farshootergotme]

I'm genuinely so tired of seeing this argument so I'm gonna say it

DICK NEVER ATTEMPTED TO KILL TONY ZUCCO.

Did he want him dead? Yes, just like anyone would after some guy killed one's parents for no good reason. But this feeling didn't even last that long! Bringing Zucco to justice was enough for Dick to feel satisfied, even if the pain of the loss wouldn't go away so soon. And the important part is, in at least two comics he admits the death of Zucco wouldn't bring his parents back and that he doesn't want him dead.

Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe I have not read every Dick Grayson aka. Robin origin out there, but I've seen enough to say confidently that the idea of Dick trying to kill Tony Zucco didn't come from the comics.

The first few versions of Dick's origin are all essentially the same; Dick's parents die, Dick overhears people discussing the murderer, and he wants to go tell the police before Batman stops him and takes him with him. Then Dick trains, becomes Robin and he and Bruce capture Zucco and bring him to justice.

Detective comics #38 (1940)

Batman #32 (1945)

Batman #213 (1969)

Never does Dick express any desire to kill To Zucco in any of these.

It's not until Detective Comics #484 that we see a different, angrier reaction from Dick. And despite this difference, the rest of the story unfolds the same way as the previous comics.

Detective Comics #484 (1979)

The story goes back to how it originally was in Secret Origins vol. 2 #13

Secret Origins vol. 2 #13 (1987)

And it's only once in Batman #436 that we finally see Dick, for the very first time, say out loud that he wants Zucco dead. But again, this sentiment doesn't last long thanks to sister Mary. So, by the time he becomes Robin, Dick knows killing Tony Zucco won't bring his parents back and all he wants is bring him to justice with Bruce's help.

Batman #436 (1989)

Batman #437 (1989)

His backstory drastically changes in the juvie origin, in which a juvenile services worker comes to take Dick away from the circus and put him in the Juvenile Detention Center. Because of how awful the treatment is there, Dick attempts to escape, but Batman intercepts him and tells him he wants to help bring the man who killed his parents to justice.

In this version Dick isn't as enthusiastic about the idea, having a more depressive mindset since nothing would bring his parents back, so what does it matter?

Robin Annual vol. 2 #4, Robin (1995)

In this version it isn't just Zucco who murdered Dick's parents but one of the members in the circus as well, Rutledge.

Batman and Robin capture Tony Zucco, but things go differently with Rutledge since while Dick is chasing him, he fell into the cage of tigers and died. But this was by no means Dick's intention nor was it really his fault.

Continue reading in Part 2 because I've reached the limit of images per post.

[jakekazansky]

More thoughts for my juvenile delinquent turned fighter pilot Jake au

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Jake finishes high school in juvie at 16 cause he was bored and getting his GED was easy

He’s 17 when he starts at the academy cause that sounded better than sitting around juvie for a year til he turned 18

Due to his history and being 17, Jake is assigned to an admiral to go stay with on breaks and check in with since they couldn’t put an ankle monitor on him

The admiral is Sam “Merlin” Wells who over time becomes like a dad to Jake along with his husband slider

Jake isn’t allowed to drive until he’s 18 cause they think he might try to run if given the chance

Before stealing that high performance car at 16, Jake hid his own car at a friends uncles junk yard and paid him all the cash he had and promised to pay him another significant sum of money when he comes back to get the car

The car is a skyline (like Brian drives in fast and furious)

Jake goes to pick it up when he’s 26 (in this au police can no longer search a vehicle after 10 years after a crime is committed (so if he committed the crime in March 14, 2006 he would have to wait til March 15, 2016 to be able to drive the car again without the police being able to search it for evidence) (no clue if this is how crimes and evidence works irl but it’s how it works in my au

So in my mind the ship for this is Beau/Jake cause I imagine Beau being a car guy

They meet at a car meet when Jake is in flight school (Jake is like 21-22)

They end up getting married 3 weeks after meeting (neither knows the other is in the navy but they told each other they both travel frequently for work)

They only find out cause beau is in charge of all the squadrons on the ship doing carrier training and Jake is on that carrier doing carrier training after flight school

Javy and warlock were both at the courthouse as witnesses when Beau and Jake get married

So the big crime that Jake actually does to get arrested at 16 is to steal a prototype car from an event where he pretended to be a valet

What attracts the navy to Jake, is that during the chase Jake uses a homemade EMP device to disable police vehicles en mass which has never been done before as the ones at that time required you to basically ‘lock on’ to another vehicle and could only be used on one vehicle

Essentially, the military want Jake to teach them how to replicate the one he used since Jake destroyed the one he used during the police chase

Jake would roll up to dagger family dinner (mav has the daggers over for dinner every other week or more, sometimes ice is there sometimes he isn’t) with his skyline once he could drive it again, running late

Mav doesn’t allow phones at dinner cause it’s “family time” which is fine by Jake but Jake makes a comment about ‘ how being phone free means his husband can’t bitch about Jake spending $$$$ on new tires’

Ice getting home and laughing cause the neighbors are bitching about Jake’s car cause it’s old and is bringing down their property value

This is the first day Jake is driving his skyline again after getting it back

No one knows about Jake’s history at this point, not even Javy, he just thinks Jake is super in to cars

Thinking about having it be a slight crosser with fast and furious where Brian and Jake are friends but idk for certain yet

[syrupfog]

Zoro who grew up in the foster system, passed from house to house because he’s labeled a flight risk after continually getting lost on his way home. No one ever believes him that his sense of direction is really that bad, but every new house is a new neighborhood to learn. No matter what home he’s at, as soon as he gets lost they ship him somewhere more restrictive until he ends up in someplace similar to juvie, where he can’t get lost bc he can’t leave. 

He meets an angry blond kid his own age there, who was dropped off by his own family, and

I assume they don’t get along, for a myriad of reasons not least of which that Sanji has a family, and Zoro hates that about him. They get paired in a room together and Zoro can’t understand why Sanji hates his family when Zoro would give anything to have one

It takes until a visitor day months down the line for him to figure it out. 

Because Zoro never attends visitor days. He doesn’t have visitors. But he shows up to this one bc he literally got lost and ended up there. 

He gravitates toward the group that’s clearly Sanji’s family

Just close enough to hear the way they speak to him and about him, about how he’s bringing down their name and he’s lucky he’s here and not on the streets and Sanji weakly mumbling that maybe he’d rather be on the streets they won’t even let him cook here

And his dad backhanding him at that. And Zoro sees the staff witnessing this and doing nothing and draws the correct conclusion that this is a regular occurrence and completely allowed. 

So of course when Sanji appears in their room later Zoro loudly declares, “I’m watching out for you from now on, we’re in this together.” 

And Sanji’s like “fuck off I don’t need your pity.” 

Zoro says, “what fucking pity? This is about me hating your fucking family, we’re gonna get out of here someday and I’m going to kick their asses.”

Sanji doesn’t accept this pronouncement for a long time but Zoro makes himself the Sanji Guard Dog and he hit his growth spurt before Sanji so he’s able to tower menacingly behind him, it works well. 

And Zoro’s angry inside but he hasn’t felt sadness for a while, until Sanji.

And Sanji’s sad inside and his anger’s a facade for that. So like, they balance each other out. 

Sanji turns 18 eight months before Zoro and Zoro tells him not to show up to visitor days but Sanji always does, and talks about this fucking chef he’s found who’s taken him in.

And for the both of them life starts at 18, living in a tiny rundown flat above the Baratie and they’re still full of anger and sadness but when Zoro gets lost the first time, he’s so worried Sanji’s going to throw him out like every other family did.

But he doesn’t. Zoro comes home five hours late from getting on the wrong train and Sanji throws his arms around Zoro’s shoulders and says he was worried. Zoro snaps at him because he was so wound up ready for a fight.

But Sanji doesn’t just give up on him like he thought, and Zoro learns the city ever so slowly and he gets lost less (it doesn’t ever entirely stop, though) and Sanji learns his habits, gets good at finding him.

Zoro spends a long time stunned at this. Confused that Sanji is never more than grouchy or worried. 

The only time Sanji is ever truly upset is one night when it’s been raining hard and the landmarks are harder to find on the dark so Zoro’s hours late, and Sanji’s pissed When he walks in the door, yelling about where has he been, it’s been fucking hours, fucking hell, Zoro. 

Zoro’s so hurt and overwhelmed (and sopping wet from the rain) and having flashbacks to his childhood and feeling like, oh this is it, the straw that broke the camel’s back for Sanji apparently. 

He turns to leave, just walk right out that door and disappear, but as he wrenches the door open suddenly there’s a hand clenched tight around his wrist and Zoro can’t pull out of his grip

And he starts saying that Sanji had better fucking let him go, only to see that Sanji’s crying, lips pressed tight together, trembling, looking at the floor, tears running down his face. 

Zoro realises maybe this isn’t about him.

He learns after he’s closed the door again that Sanji’s family had been by, had threatened a number of things directed at the both of them, and then Sanji had sat and waited for so so long for Zoro to get home, to prove to himself Zoro was Safe.

Zoro pulls him into a hug, tight enough prove he’s real and okay. 

They have a shitty little one bedroom flat as it is but that night they share Sanji’s bed. And then most nights after, too. 

They fall into a relationship sort of backwards but that’s okay.

Both of them were abandoned in different ways. Both of them needed finding, holding, keeping. And they get that in each other.

[selanaris]

How I would place Terry Mcginnis into the batfam timeline.

So basically ranting here, molding canon as I need.

Damian is the new batman, has been for a while. Bruce is retired(or dead). Damian is about in his 30s, 10+ years older than Bruce was when he took on the first Robin. So the question comes up on if Damian will take a Robin. It's a question stuck in limbo, mostly as a joke. Until he is working on the case for a murdered Warren Mcginnis. And surprise, surprise. His 15 year old son refuses to stand by and not help.

Damian immediately notices how Terry looks. But he puts it on the back burner as this kid REFUSES to leave the crime scenes alone. Multiple times, Damian has to focus on chasing off Terry while the kid tries to box with Jokerz.

Terry refuses to leave. He will solve his father's murder and stop him. He doesn't need Batman's permission. Eventually, a fight gets bad, Damian is pissed, and blindfolds Terry to take back to the cave. His intention is to leave Terry there under supervision while he solves the case.

It works... for an hour. Oracle on comms, Terry stole the prototype suit. It was a suit made near the end days of Bruce's health to power up his old bones. Bruce barely used it before passing the mantle to Damian 100%. Terry took it, and he is headed to the case objective. It does come down to them stopping the crime (like in the show, but together), and Powers gets radiated.

The new argument begins. Terry wants in. Damian says no. Terry will do it without permission, with or without the suit or training. Damian hates the curse his father put upon him. He agrees to train Terry... on a trial period. He begins talking about a new robin design. Terry immediately shuts that down. He is not Robin. He will never BE Robin. He wants to be batman. Damian sighs because that won't do. They argue again on the way back to the cave. Terry refuses to be Robin and refuses to have "Red" in his name. He also is keeping the suit... with some adjustments for him. Damian could hear the batfam laughing at him in comms.

"Wait... the Wayne's are the bat colony? Huh... always knew rich people are weird."

(I'm unsure of what name, but I like the name Darkwing. ((Edit: I have been informed by a friend that this name is used in multiple medias, new name pending. Looking for something bat and wing themed)) Of course, Terry will call himself batman any chance Damian is not there.)

Terry is hired as the new family butler and caretaker for a cover story. He continues his training but also deals with his criminal/juvie background.

There is a lot of work to be done for Terry. He doesn't have the IQ for most detective work, but his instincts are solid, his use of the gear is creative, and before he got kicked out, his boxing form is solid to taking hits. The suit helps. He is older than most robins, so early on he goes on solo missions and works up his own rogue roster that only he could handle with his suit and gear. It works out, and rarely, VERY rarely, you might hear Damian say he's proud.

Now, as for Terry's background. Changed a bit. He is adopted by the Mcginnis as a baby. Waller made a 1:1 clone of Batman, but when it seemed there was no need for an artificial batman, and the scans failed all IQ early tests, they abandoned the project and put Terry into the system where he was adopted. Terry looks like a young Bruce Wayne who focuses on Cario rather than weightlifting.

That's the main idea, I have lots more, but It's small things and I would love to talk about it more!

[galaxymagitech]

Me: What if I reversed the Batkids’ ages and reassigned their roles no matter how little sense it makes?

Me: ...

Me: Wait, actually I think I'm cooking.

I have too many thoughts on this, so I'll definitely post more. But I call this the Upside Down Bats AU in my head.

Barbara, Dick, Cass, Jason, Steph, Tim, Duke, Damian

BECOMES

Damian — Batgirl, Oracle — Tries to hide his identity from his father join him in the field, and becomes Batgirl as an extra layer of identity protction. Instead of getting a metal spine, he’s permanently paralyzed and becomes Oracle.

Duke — Robin, Nightwing — Bruce finds Duke searching for his parents and the Joker and takes him under his wing. Duke starts the Teen Titans and eventually decides to become a hero of his own. He's a supportive, awesome big brother.

Tim — Black Bat, Batgirl, Orphan — Tim was raised in the League of Assassins as a replacement for Damian. He eventually gets help from Damian and becomes the second Batgirl, keeping the name the same to preserve Damian’s legacy.

Steph — Robin, Red Hood — Steph becomes Robin after trying to defend a non-orphaned Jason from Batman. She dies at Black Mask’s hands and comes back as the second half of Robin Hood.

Jason — Spoiler, Robin, Batgirl — Jason is trained by Steph and becomes Spoiler after her death to stop his father and Two-Face. He is presumed dead after going to Ethiopia, but Cass and Tim find him and Tim gives him Batgirl.

Cass — Robin, Red Robin — Cass arrives in Gotham and follows Steph and Bruce like a shadow until Steph dies. Her body language reading skills show her that Batman is suicidal, so she becomes Robin to save his life. She recognizes Bruce in a portrait and recruits Tim, and they go searching for him.

Dick — Robin, Signal — After Dick’s parents die, he’s sent to juvie. He escapes and joins the We Are Robin gang. Bruce sees himself in Dick and adopts him, but since Robin is taken by Barbara at the time and Dick doesn’t want to cause conflict, he goes by Signal.

Barbara — Robin — She finds out that Bruce is Batman by hacking into her Dad’s computer. She begins as a computer-based Robin-in-training (kind of like early Tim) due to her very young age, but after Cass and Tim leave to find Bruce, she becomes Duke’s Robin.

[saltnsugarbear]

I'm forever black-eyed, a product of a broken home

summary: boxer!lip gallagher headcanons and foundation building <3

title from: "Black-Eyed" by Placebo

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: I mean, like boxing is an aggressive sport so, she gets dirty at the end so MDNI!!!, choking kink mention, cumplay mentioned

side note: was originally soft and world building and doing research for boxing but,,,,, olive politely ruined all those thoughts

just some simple thoughts to begin! to test the waters!

-a middleweight boxer, just to begin. on a good week he could qualify for light heavyweight but he's properly enrolled in the middeweight division

-which just, is no commentary on JAW, however doing some looking into and looking for the general weight of a healthy 5'7" man puts him somewhere in the middleweight/barely light heavyweight division. but if we consider the Gallagher household income and diet they probably have, Lip is 100% in the middleweight division

-Lip is most well known for his jabs and uppercuts, his style is very agressive

-he's also known for taking a heavy beating in just about every fight he has.

-carl was big into Rambo, constantly playing First Blood when he could. so he naturally tried to see if any of Stallone's movies where similar. Lip was somehow enamored with Rocky when they borrowed it from the library.

-Carl didn't love Rocky like at all lmao, he wanted more fighting in there. Debbie loved Rocky and Adrian's relationship, she thinks they're adorable and romantic.

-This idea hinges on Lip being more aggressive in high school, getting into a lot more fights. This might be due to bullying or just being an overall aggressive kid with little dog syndrome

-At a certain point he's threatened with juvie and or foster care or he can put his anger into something more productive. Lip chose the latter.

-Kevin suggests boxing and even offers to help teach him if he wanted

-he does that thing that boys do where he thinks he can do it all by himself because he watched a movie about it a few times (he's seen every Rocky movie he can get his hands on)

-however jumping right into boxing is much harder than he thought it would be (surprise!) (dummy /affectionate)

-Lip is out of shape, has smokers lungs, and just,,,,, does not know how to throw a proper punch lmao

-so the first day at the gym he's dying

-soooo he goes to Kevin with his tail between his legs and begs him to teach him how to box

-now Kevin is FIT like

-like FIT.

-and Kevin is more than happy to help train Lip

-so through out high-school he spends his free time at the gym after he's done his homework and the work of kids who have paid him

-he gets fit, builds some muscle, adopts a slightly healthier diet

-once he's in college he gets a slightly less regimented schedule due to being out of the house

-he gets a little out of shape, doesn't do as many workouts and sparing matches as he should

-so when he drops out of college he goes back starts getting back into shape to actually start fighting!!

-sigh not to bring back Patsy's reader but like you probably work at Patsy's or maybe the Alibi Room??? some where he and his family frequent a lot!

-and he's just kind of like,,,, a little punk who wants your attention so bad lowkey cause like

-you mind your business! nice, respectful, keeps to themselves

-what he doesn't know is you're so drawn to him cause you've been watching the muscled guy dote on his baby brother and his sister and his other brother

-but also he's a punkass!!

-so you eventually entertain him and go on dates with him and he's

-yeah he's cocky about his stats but he's also just so sweet

-he starts doing fights for money a little before you guys start dating

-uses half his fighting earnings for his family, the other half he's got his own squirrel fund going

-when you guys are dating, he uses that other half to spoil you <3

-this next one is from Maggie's brain but I love it

-watching him during training, when he doesn't really need to wear his gloves, and seeing him send people flat to the ground is,,,,

-mind boggling, as his partner

-because you know that those hands are soft and loving

-just that morning, he was holding your face softly and memorizing each detail he could get his fingers on

-the night before, his hands were firm but soft on your thighs

-so seeing him knock grown men flat is mind boggling anddddd I mean you can guess right?

-turns you on a little bit that's what I'm getting at

-whenever olive comes in it becomes a whore house 🙄 (SO AFFECTIONATE I LOVE YOU OLIVE AND YOUR DIRTY MIND THANK YOU THANK YOU)

-olive thinks boxer lip has a choking kink and she would be correct

-which feeds into her bicep kink whatever whatever we love her

-fucking him in the locker room after good fight and he's not super busted up (you guys seen what Rocky looks like? busted eyelids and shit) (not lip, he's gonna have a bruise and a little cut be he's okay <3)

-he's very sweaty and very pent up and running off the adrenaline of the fight and winning

-also wearing his boxing shorts around!! just comfy clothes

-but we was talking about him fucking you in his robe which is very KVE of him *I've not seen Iron Claw I'm just saying what I've seen from the girlies

-I just think he kind of loves seeing Gallagher painted across your shoulders (or even your ass if he's got it on his shorts)

-but also he would have like a fun stage name guys what do we think his stage name would be

-like The Italian Stallion fucks like Rocky Balboa ate with that

-but he could also just be Lip

-Lip 🥰 in the blue corner <3

-whereas 🥵The Italian Stallion🥵 in the red corner?

-idk help guys

-anyways boxer lip has some CRAZY stamina

-like

-like CRAZY stamina

-you think you're ready to conk out after two rounds? yeah well Lips not so

-but he's soso sweet about it

-I'm back I've done some research and my idea works, walk with me

-this man is horny, we all know that like

-like he's HORNY

-anyways he goes like

-like crazy

-he's got one of your legs up over his shoulder, the other pressed up against his side where it's wrapped around his middle

-he has already made you come twice and your thirds on the way

-the squelching as he fucks you is pornographic, and he fucking loves it

-you simply cannot think, he's kept you teetering on the edge of overstimulation but all you can focus on is the feeling of him fucking into you, his shoulder flexing under your leg

-and he's being soso sweet cooing in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how he's going to fill you up so nice and you just need to go one more round with him after cause he wants to make sure you remember him before he fights later

-your third orgasm is what draws out Lip's first orgasm

-he's really gentle about how he rolls his hips into you, you can feel the mixture of both your release slipping out of you

-he's pressing soft, soft kisses to your face, telling you how good you are and how you feel just sooo good

-you can feel his cock twitch inside of you and the slow beginnings of him getting hard again

-and he's just being so

-"Come on baby, just need one more from ya" "Gonna let me fill you one more time?" "gotta make sure it sticks baby" "Wanna make sure you remember me when I'm up in the ring"

-and who are you to deny his soft pleas

-HELP WAIT GUYS GUYS

-so like after he reaches his second orgasm inside of you and he pulls out, he cannot stop looking at where the mix of you release slips out of you

-and he's hard again this punk

-but, you're just so sleepy and so floaty

-so Lip gets himself off above you, fucking himself into his hand using both of your guys cum as a lubricant

-anyways blah blah, he paints your tummy in his cum, it reaches just under your chest and this feeds into the marking thing he's got

-someone stop this man he's tooooo horny

-anyways he cleans you up (collects the cum he can and slips it into you, pushing it softly into you with his fingers, trying to keep the rest of your release from slipping out even more)

-but as you're drifting off, he makes sure to clean you up, dress you back in some cozy sleep clothes

-boxer lip the beloved

[kyxhiin]

Honestly it's come to a point where people take the awww he's just a baby in characters that are minors a bit too far. Yeah Damian and Billy are adorable, their kids and all that. But they can both kill you without much effort

Damian alone was trained by the league of assasins. Groomed(ew I hate that word) to be perfect. And Billy Is a street kid, he probably has and will go into fights in his kid form, curse out cops and people alike, probably has went to juvie before. They are both very capable of handling themselves and it just makes me down when Damian is depicted as weak.

[bronze-and-silver-keys]

Pregame v3 au where I basically rewrite all of it in this fic

Warning very long post

So following the reopening of Hope's Peak Academy, with Makoto as headmaster (following the end of the dr3 anime), new students are scouted for the 79th class. The talents they end up recruiting are largely for the sake of rebuilding society after the tragedy. They looked for talents that would help the environment, the people, and society as a whole recover with better systems in place.

Ecosystem Team

Lead by Aoi Asahina

Members:

Gonta Gokuhara, Ultimate Entomologist

Responsible for helping maintain the huge garden within Hope’s Peak Academy grounds, caring for various plants to attract and house pollinators and restoring populations of the insects and critters that are important to the balance of the ecosystem and food production.

Rantaro Amami, Ultimate Adventurer

Part of the main search and rescue team, sailing out to find city ruins and explore them or touch base with developing cities recovering from the Tragedy and get them in touch with FF/HPA for any future assistance. Still searching for his sisters during these trips. Survivalist, mapping, and navigation expert.

Kirumi Tojo, Ultimate Maid

Does as she's asked to help clean up environmental destruction. Acts as a kickass support wherever she's needed, and helps to maintain the HPA building and other facilities.

Social Team

Lead by Makoto Naegi and Yasuhiro Hagakure

Members:

Kaede Akamatsu, Ultimate Pianist

Writes and plays new pieces of music to perform to the survivors of the Tragedy and restore hope within them

Angie Yonaga, Ultimate Artist

Creates new art pieces that inspire others to create as an outlet for their despair to make way for hope

Tenko Chabashira, Ultimate Neo Aikido Master

Practices and spreads the teachings of Neo Aikido as a method of self defense, as well as a way to get in touch with emotions and physically work out those emotions

Himiko Yumeno, Ultimate Magician

Comes up with and performs elaborate tricks to restore wonder and hope in the audience, it helps to know there's a little bit of magic still left in the world

Subteam in Towa City led by Toko Fukawa and Komaru Naegi

Societal Team

Lead by Byakuya Togami and Kyoko Kirigiri

Members:

Korekiyo Shinguji, Ultimate Anthropologist

Uses his expertise and research of other cultures to assist in building a stronger society that is less susceptible to the kind of collapse that happened with the Tragedy, largely focusing on the social and cultural aspects of these structures.

Miu Iruma, Ultimate Inventor

Uses her vast knowledge to design and create inventions that will help with the destruction and pollution of the planet and make it livable and more accessible for the survivors of the Tragedy

Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective

Kirigiri's apprentice. Assists with rebuilding a better society in regards to laws and systems put in place by the government to support the people to lessen crime and preventing a repeat of the Tragedy.

No team:

K1-B0, Ultimate Robot

Often hanging out with Miu to further her talent research as well as his own, seeing how far he can push himself and how lifelike he can become as an android. His existence is really what makes him Ultimate.

Kaito Momota, Ultimate Astronaut

Continues his Astronaut training and researches celestial phenomenons purely for the joy of exploring the universe and having more knowledge about its vastness

Ryoma Hoshi, Ultimate Tennis Pro

HPA bailed him out of juvie to study his tennis skills and his participation on the recovery teams would serve as public service. Helps out wherever he's needed, prefers the Ecosystem Team.

Maki Harukawa, Ultimate Assassin

Occasionally called out with the Social team to apprehend particularly difficult opponents still under the influence of Junko and Ultimate Despair. Most of the time, the academy is just a safe space for her to relax and train her mind and body.

Tsumugi Shirogane, Ultimate Cosplayer

HPA is a safe haven for her after being rescued from a city completely decimated by the Tragedy, and she spreads her love of cosplay to others looking for a little escapism in the hellish world they've suffered through.

Kokichi Ouma, Ultimate Supreme Leader (?)

No one really knows what his talent is. The Future Foundation tracked his movements backwards and found he had several run-ins with the Remnants of Despair and even Kamukura when they were still inflicting despair upon the world. Somehow, he managed to charm his way out of danger each time. Kyoko found him and took him in, making him a ward of HPA and FF. HPA is his home more than anything now, though his fellow students don't know that.

[afurtivecake]

AFTG snooker AU (Because I got really into snooker for a while) -

Yeah, I know most people think of snooker as this weird boring thing that's always on TV at their grandparents' place on Sunday mornings, BUT-

You have to picture Kevin Day in a crisp dress shirt, fitted black vest, and bow tie, bent over a snooker table.

Yeah kinda like that. Kevin Day, draped across a table, back arched, totally focused on making his next shot that is going to win him the frame and get him the highest score in the tournament, while his opponent (Andrew, Jean, Riko, Neil, Aaron, take your pick, really) fumes and stares intently from behind him. I mean, not just Kevin, but like, that is just How Snooker Is Played in general. Do you see where I'm going with this?

Now the thing about snooker is that it's shady as fuck. You can basically port the AFTG universe into a snooker-based setting and not have to change a thing except geographical location. Hustling, gambling, financial exploitation of young people, organized match-fixing rings, sting operations - you name it; it's got it all. A snooker AU would include more crime, more (cue) sports action, more icy/heated confrontations in matches and insane amounts of tension.

Tetsuji would be running a UK-based snooker academy for training young talent secretly backed by the Moriyama group where Riko and Kevin grow up. They've been playing since they were old enough to hold little cue sticks (they were so small that they had to stand on stools even for the child-sized snooker tables). (Lots of snooker players start ridiculously young. It's not uncommon for people to start when they're 5 or younger.) They both go pro in the same year when they're about 15 (which is very young to be going pro) and are heralded as the new generation of snooker geniuses.

Meanwhile, at the age of 14, Andrew Minyard is playing in sketchy snooker clubs, hustling people for money. (approximately 5 min after snooker was invented, hustling and gambling with snooker was invented. if you look it up, a good portion of snooker terms have to do with gambling.) He's good, but snooker is just a way to make a few quick bucks to him. Fresh out of juvie a few years later, he ends up hustling at this run-down snooker club owned by David Wymack who spots his talent and convinces him to play professionally.

Neil, on the other hand, grows up in the US where snooker isn't popular. He played when he was young but his mother didn't let him pick up any cue sports once they fled the UK and his father. He's talented and obsessed, and snooker is the first thing he decides to do once he returns to the UK after his mother's death. He walks into the first deserted snooker club he comes across: The Foxhole.

(i have so much more on this actually. Like, if you think the organized crime in AFTG is unrealistic, well, let me tell you...there are SO MANY instances of match-fixing in pro snooker. one guy even claimed he agreed to bribes for throwing matches because he was afraid for his safety because he thought the people who approached him with the deal could have been Russian mobsters or something. Like, that's just apparently a believable defense to have given off-hand.)

[televisionlassie]

I feel like people don’t realize how jarring it probably for all of Bruce’s kids to be adopted.

There’s this strange idea the adoption is “saving” a kid, and I get how in some ways this can be true for people but imagine being the kid. You’re taken away from everything you’ve ever known and sent with some person, you barely know. That can be traumatizing. Adopted children (even if they are adopted by a good family) are at a much higher risk of mental health issues and developing learning disabilities.

Now imagine this for each of Bruce’s children.

Dick grew up in a traveling circus, he was used to never staying in one place for long. He was surrounded by many different families and cultures. He went from living like that to juvie. And even after he moved in with Bruce it’s still completely different from living in the circus.

Cass was treated like she was a weapon. She wasn’t a human to people. When she was adopted her whole perspective on her life and being human was changed, and she just had to adjust because no one could understand that.

Jason was literally a street kid. I think he’s the easiest to say Bruce “saved” but it is still a HUGE. difference in lifestyle. He went from fending for himself, never relying on anyone and having to steal just to feed himself, to living in a place that is quite literally the complete opposite of that.

The thing about Tim is there is a weird misconception that he was like horribly neglected, and he was sort of, but his parents loved him. He definitely had a good childhood. I hate to say one of them would have it easier because I don’t think any of their situations were easy, but Tim definitely had it easier to adjust. Doesn’t mean it’s still not shocking to have to get used to a completely new family dynamic.

Duke had a loving family. He might not have been rich but he had a family that he loves and grew up with. The worst part about his situation is that his parents are still alive but they can’t take care of him anymore. He has to live with a new family and treat them like that while knowing his real family is still alive and there’s nothing he can do to go back to the way it was.

Damian literally grew up in the fucking league of assassins, he was treated like a prince but also a weapon. He had to go from everyone treating him like a prince and that he’s above them or like a pet to be trained by his grandfather to being treated like any other person. He wasn’t given special treatment and favoritism by his new family and had to get used to that.

This isn’t even mentioning the culture shock Dick, Cass, Duke, and Damian would’ve experienced. I like to believe Bruce would’ve been a good enough parent to learn about their cultures but it’s different coming from a man who had no personal connections to your culture.

Anyway I just felt like ranting about this.

[cowboys-only]

I don’t think I would sound completely crazy if I said…

Hawk has the most karate experience out of everyone of the teens (excluding Sam)

Tory came in late , Demetri was fully resistant to starting karate, Robby was in juvie (yes fighting but not really training under a dojo or sensei), and Miguel with the coma and paralysis

He wins by technicality 🤔

[1tbls]

kim used to work in the RCM morgue???? huh????

at what point did this happen..... when he was fresh out of training? to escape juvie duty? after eye's death to take a break from fieldwork? at any point is insane. sir, i don't think you and your ptsd need to look at any more dead bodies.